The March 13 issue is especially strong in both the feature well and the back of the book. I was edified by:
- Jake Halpern’s report on a safe house in Buffalo designed to help refugees making their way to Canada from the U.S.;
- “The Polymath,” the ever-brilliant Alec Wilkinson’s profile of Jack White, whose music (the White Stripes, etc.) has never interested me but who turns out to be a fascinating, adventurous, productive guy;
- “Donald Trump’s Worst Deal,” Adam Davidson’s excellent follow-the-money expose of the current president’s unlawful business dealing with a legendarily corrupt Azerbaijani family — there are clearly innumerable stories like this to be told, not likely to result in impeachment given the Republican strangehold on Congress, but it’s an in-depth account of the thriving world of international corruption;
- Ariel Levy’s characteristically exquisite and intimate profile of Catherine Opie, renowned photographer of communities on the edge (the New Yorker website and tablet app include a portfolio of 15 amazing Opie portraits and landscapes, including “Self-Portrait/Nursing,” below);
- Joan Acocella’s review of a new biography of the late feminist mythologist Angela Carter, about whom I previously knew zip;
- Amanda Petrusich’s introduction to an appealing young singer-songwriter named Maggie Rogers; and
- Hilton Als’s review of the new British production of Sweeney Todd playing in a tiny Off-Broadway theater designed to feel like an actual pie shop.